Reborn Without Sarah

rners file into the cathedral. He was now Noah, dressed in jeans and an old sweatshirt, his face partially ob

ance for the assembled crowd of business leaders, society figures, and friends. The media was there, of course, their cameras flashing, capturing the tragic s

nside was a custom-designed locket. It was a piece he had commissioned months ago for their anniversary, a replica of one her grandmother used to wear. It was a s

o be. He thought about the man they were mourning, Ethan Miller. A good man, a trusting man, a fool. He had loved Sarah with a completeness

a mask of solemn support, his hand possessively on the small of her back. They were so convincing. Ethan wondered how long t

ing on for over a year. A year of meticulous deception. He had read through their messages, a voyeur to his own betrayal. They had planned it

her eyes seemed to lock with his, and he felt a jolt of panic. But it was impossible. She was just playing her part. Then, Alex leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She nodded, and a small, almos